The Tender Balance Between Sleep And Reality

Barreling clouds block the sky -

The clock in the background - as I lay,

The Forever nothings - drifting away -

between the fog and the earth,

The wind grasping my hair, with Travesty -

The grass holding me down, dirt Unvarnished -

The weight of everything slowly vanish,

The weeds losing hold -

The Clouds won’t let go -

I fly - not looking back - and I fall into oblivion,

Ready for the next battle.

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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